50 CENT - G-UNIT/U.T.P. Lyrics

(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Young Buck (G-Unit))[Male voice talking]Right now with the situation gettin' betterSo I'm doin' you things, holla[50 Cent]Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outNow piece by piece we put it all togetherTime to get this dough nigga, it's now or neverI'm wild as ever, foul as everReap whatever, whatever, whateverThey say I'm a slick talker, shit talkerGrimy ass New YorkerCome gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass outIf you ever catch beef nigga, call on meIf you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on meI get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a niggaBreak you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga(yeah)Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paperI'm done to go wherever this game takes usLook homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low brosThat simple mathematics, that equal more hoesI smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flowsShit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know[Chorus - 2X]From New York to New OrleansA problem, holla at meMy niggas comin' to seeIf everythin' is alrightYa'll niggas can blow some treesHave coke and some HennesseyMy niggas from U.T.P.Everythin' is alright[Young Buck]For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be boutCookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hoursCause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bikeIn the summertime the whiteAir Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speakI know you saw us, shit we a 100 deepI'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weedShakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beatFuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'Lettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you thatAfter these messages we'll be right backTake off that necklace a, because this tech will hit aInnocent bystander who don't respect a niggaAfter you finish your collard greens and cornbreadGet you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'[Chorus][Bun B]From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your moneywidenedI got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em downWhen you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you downYou got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'What us speed with V8, them cops then heatedThey locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you getyaShit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last yearBut anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and hechumped 'emPut the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'emAnd pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em[Chorus][Male voice talking]We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on CourvoisierYeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha